Cammy still stood looking at her ravaged face in the mirror when Vega burst into the room.  She turned and pressed her back to the wall, eyes wide.  Dammit.  If I am ever going to get out of here I have to stop acting so afraid of him.  But I am afraid of him. 

"How are you today my lovely?"

"Fuck you!"

"Though that surly could be arranged there is other business to attend to at the moment."

"What is it?"

"Why you still have not had the pleasure of meeting my master."

There's someone in charge of him?!

"I'm not going anywhere."

Vega's laughter filled the room.

"You say that as if you had a choice."

With that said, Vega nodded his head slightly and three soldiers entered the room and grabbed Cammy.  Vega then turned and exited the room as the three soldiers followed him dragging Cammy as she kicked and screamed.  By the time they reached their destination down a few halls, Cammy's face was covered in sweat from struggling.  They entered what seemed to be a large throne room.  There was a man seated in a throne.  He was very large, she could tell even with him sitting down, and wore a maroon military officer suit.  His shoulders were draped with a black leather cape, and covering his black hair was a maroon and black military cap that cast his eyes in a dark shadow.  The man stood and spoke, his voice a deep bass.

"Leave us."

The soldiers quickly dropped Cammy onto the floor and scurried from the room.  Vega stayed. 

"You too, Vega."

"But master—"

"NOW!"

Vega nodded his head in acknowledgement and left, closing the door behind him.  The man walked towards Cammy as she carefully rose from the floor.  He circled around her holding his hand to his chin as if he were in deep thought.  Then he stopped dead in front of her and spoke.

"You look like hell."

"I'm in Hell."

"You may very well be right!"

The man began laughing.  It sent shivers down Cammy's spine.  Though his laughter frightened her she was getting tired of everyone in this place laughing at her as if her existence was some big joke.

"Where am I?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

"What do you mean?"

"Why this is your home now.  It's not like you have a family to go home to anyhow.  They are all dead.  There hasn't even been news of you disappearance.  Nobody cares."

Cammy felt tears began to flood into her eyes but she wouldn't dare let them fall in front of this man.  Instead she gripped her fists tightly and sucked in a deep breath of air before speaking again in a calm tone.

"Why was I taken?"

"Well as you have surly noticed by now, my lieutenant, Vega, is utterly insane.  You were brought here because you amused him.  But I could still find a use for you."

"I won't help you with anything."

"Then you'll die."

"I'd rather die!"

"Such brave words.  But are you willing to stand by them?"

The man reached forward and grabbed Cammy's neck with his large hand.  She beat frantically at his arms and wrists as he slowly lifted her off the ground.  Then he spoke coldly.

"Are you still willing to die now that death is only mere moments away?"

Cammy hardly managed to stammer.

"No—"

He dropped her onto the floor and left her gasping for air.

"We don't need your permission or cooperation anyway.  I was just wondering how much it would take for you to give in."

"I'll do everything in my power to try and fight whatever you try and do to me."

"Like I said before, such brave words.  But that's all they are words.  They're as worthless as you are."

Cammy stood as the three soldiers entered the room again and lowered their heads as the man spoke.

"Take her back to the room.  And dig up something for her to eat.  She will need the strength."

In unison they said.

"Yes, Lord Bison."

As the soldiers led her from the room Cammy was calmer than before.  She had just met someone more evil than Vega.  She looked to her left to see Vega standing there.  She lunged for him but the soldiers held her firm.  She spat at his feet, sneering angrily at him.  Then he spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

"Soon you will be all mine."

            When Ken arrived at the location the man had told him to head for, he found four men, instead of two, guarding the entrance.  The tallest spoke arrogantly as Ken walked slowly towards them, face determined.

"Get out of here kid.  This is for the big boys."

This caused all four men to burst into hysterical laughter.  That was all the distraction Ken needed.  With lightening speed he dashed forward, flying through the air with his foot extended, slamming it into the tall man's face sending him to the ground.  He spun around before the other three could recover from their surprise and jabbed his fist into the solar plexus of the one to his right.  He doubled over and Ken put him out of the fight with a swift blow to the back of his neck.  He spun around again and hastily hopped back to avoid a wild roundhouse swing from one of the remaining two, then spun in a full circle and landed a furious kick in his mid section.  His target crumpled to the ground and the last hopped over his form, his fist tracking for Ken's nose.  Ken slapped the blow aside and replied with a two-punch combo, putting him down with the rest of his friends.  Running a satisfied hand through his hair, Ken spoke out loud to himself.

"Well, that wasn't too hard."

He stepped over the fallen mean and entered the door they were supposed to be guarding.  Instead of the dingy surroundings Ken expected, there was a large auditorium centered around a fighting ring.  The place was packed to capacity with spectators, all screaming.  A man's limp body was being pulled from the ring as another stood in the center and received the cheers from the crowd.  The other tournaments Ken had been in had had rules.  He could tell by the condition the man being drug from the ring was in, that this one had none.  Ken walked to what looked to be the sign in table.  A woman was sitting there, eyes focused on the action.  When she noticed him there she looked away from the ring, and spoke.

"Your name?"

"Ken Masters."

She flipped through all the papers she had on the table in front of her before she spoke again.

"I'm sorry, I don't have you name listed here."

"Well, can I still fight?"

"Not if you aren't on the list.  Strict orders."

"I could wipe the floor with every single guy on that list there.  And you're telling me I can't fight?"

A voice came from behind Ken.

"Oh you sound so sure."

Ken looked and saw a very tall red-haired man standing a few feet from him.  He wore tape at his ankles and wrists, as well as boxer-type fight shorts, chest bare.  Ken replied.

"I am sure."

"Is that a challenge?"

"I think it is.  You up to it?"

"Might be interesting.  Follow me."

Ken followed the man as he led him through the immense crowd, towards the center ring.  The man whispered a few words to the announcer and soon motioned for Ken to join him in the ring.  Then the announcer spoke.

"The newly crowned champion of this tournament series has been challenged!"

This was met with loud cheers from the audience.  The announcer spoke again.

"Get ready for…Adon, in the yellow and green trunks verses Ken Masters, in the red gi!"

The crowd cheered wildly for their champion Adon.  As the announcer left the ring the two fighters began to circle one another, looking for an opening.  Adon spoke.

"I'll make this loss a short one for you."

Ken murmured to himself as he pulled his gloves tighter and began cautiously advancing his opponent.

"We'll see how short it is."

Adon was not so cautious.  With a yowl-like battle cry, he flashed forward, flipping and bringing his feet down on Ken's head with blurry speed.  But Ken slipped Backwards, just out of range and with a shout of,

"Tastsuumaki Sempuu Kyakuu!"

Countered with the Hurricane Kick.  His foot caught Adon on the chin and hurled him back onto the mat.  Adon pulled himself to his feet with a growl and rushed forward, lashing out with an elbow.  Ken raised a fist to parry, then ducked under a vicious roundhouse punch.  He cried.

"Shoryuken!"

Leaping skyward and clobbering Adon on the chin with the uppercut.  He had kept the jump small so as to keep his defenses open as briefly as possible, but he need not have worried as Adon once again flew down to the mat.  Again, Adon climbed to his feet, this time deciding not to rush out so recklessly.  He growled.

"I won't let you win!"

Ken replied, grinning smugly

"We'll see."

Adon rushed Ken once again.  Ken readied himself for the strike and kicked out with a fierce chest-level blow as Adon neared.  But even as he did, Adon seems to melt from right out in front of him and fly backwards.  Ken desperately followed through with his kick as he watched Adon leap onto a corner post of the ring, but he was unable to get himself ready again as, with another animal yowl, the fighter flew backwards towards him.  Adon's foot landed right in Ken's gut, knocking him onto his back a few feet away.  He rolled back to his feet and deftly blocked Adon's fists as it tracked for his nose, but was caught by surprise again as Adon jumped, slamming his knee into Ken's chin, knocking him onto the mat.  Ken felt a sharp pain and a coppery taste in his mouth and realized that the last blow had caused him to bite his tongue.  He ignored the pain as Adon flashed towards him.  He began mercilessly pounding Ken with punches and kicks, but Ken finally stood his ground, blocking and waiting for an opening.  He finally saw one and tried a roundhouse kick to Adon's face.  Adon faded back, jumping to the corner post of the ring again.  Just as Ken had expected him to.  This being the first time Ken had actually even though of attempting the move in a real fight, he lowered his eyebrows in extreme concentration.    He gathered his chi in his hands, and then cried.

"HADOKEN!"

Releasing the blast just as Adon jumped towards him.  Adon collided with Ken's chi with a loud crack and was hurled against the ropes.  Ken jumped to Adon's side as he struggled to stand.  With a sneer, he then kicked out with a fierce sweeping blow that smashed into Adon's face.  Adon went out like a light.  Ken stepped back from the fallen fighter and stood, staring into the silent crowd.  Suddenly like a burst of wind, they began to cheer louder than before.  The announcer ran to Ken and declared him the winner by holding his arm up.  The Ken was led through the crowd, and into a small room at the back of the building.  They left him to wait to receive his prize money. I hope this works.  It had better.   A man walked in and tossed a large roll of dollar bills into Ken's lap as he spoke.

"There's your share.  $5000 American.  You made us a lot of money with that upset tonight."

"What if I told you that you could keep this?"

"I'd have to ask what you wanted."

Ken took a deep breath.  This is for Cammy.  He spoke sternly.

"I want to become a member of Shadowlaw."

I finally got it up!!!!  Tell me how you think it was! =)